Live in Fear, Die with Delight

I wrote this poem because people seem to be interested in sucide, and fear death. My only hope is that you live life to the fullest. Remember, every 60 seconds you spend upset, is a minute of happiness you never get back.

Life is extreme and makes us fear The ending that is drawing near But I have never shed a single tear For my end, which may be the worst Thing I’ve even seen and known. But I know, just like birds have flown, I must grow older like I have grown. But what have I to offer to the man upstairs? A sob story about how nobody cares? How I have to sit through everyone’s enraged glares? I hope to live strong And prove all their evil glares wrong I wish to live wise Because I know that everyone dies And maybe it will truly be the worst thing That ever is and was But maybe it won’t be cause’ It will be peaceful And a rush of gentleness and tranquility After all the pain is gone And you realize all your fears were wrong Death wasn’t hard Not nearly as hard as life It actually was kind of nice So my friends take this lesson Live your life, but don’t fear the end Wait patiently and don’t take the easy way out, The Man Upstairs would not like that without a doubt Life in fear, if you must, But die with delight, In the end, things will turn out all right

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